Bent County register., 1887-09-10

the totals of any other month since
the Chicago fire seventeen years ago.
When the atmospheric temperature
exceeds that of human blood at its
normal range the resultant elevation
of the latter appears to make 1t a
dangerous compound.
In a back-country town, where
funerals serve much the same pur-
pose that the theatre does in the cit
les, there CHANGED to die one of tho
members of the community, and one
of the neighborhood was asked to
to take charge. of the funeral On
the day appointed the community as
sembled and stood about in groops
discussing either the departed or the
condition of the crops, while the
neighbor in charge hustled from one
room to another making the last ar
rangements. The hour for the funer-
al arrived and passed, and vet the
services didn't begin. Still more time
passed, and the manager of affairs
was seen to be hurrying from room
to room, looking anxiously about as
If in search of something. AS time
passed the audience began to show
signs of impatience. and also of cur
iosity as the perplexed face of the
man in charge appeared again before
them. There was evidently ''hitch''
in the proceedings somewhere, and
an explanation was necessary. Noun
ting chair, the 1mpromptu under.
taker said: My friends, we arc
are very sorry to cause any delay in
-ah-last rites of the departed,
but he-ah-truth is we have mis-
laid the corpse.''
1t transpired that the coffin had
been brought down to the lower en-
try or hall from a chamber, and
through some misunderstanding
placed beside the stairway in the
shadow. Those coming IN from the
bright sunlight had thrown thelr
wraps upon it, not realizing what it
was, and thus made it invisible
Harpers Magazine.
1t is very difficult for the man who
is not tailor to estimate the number
of stitches that go to making coat.
GLOW easily you earn your bread and
butter!" said business man to Jour.
nalist. Il am in my Office nine hours
day, while you sit down at your
desk, dash off few anecdotes or
fancies, and get well paid for them"
ssDld 1t eyer occur to you that my
work is of the sort that is never
done?" asked the newspaper man;
cor that I never take one step or
glance which don't attempt to util-
ize?"
"Well, no; there seems to be some
thing spontaneous about your work.
You do it when you happen to feel
like it; there's no grind about it'
'sOh, indeed! isn't there? My
friend, l never see a stranger without
wondering if his face or form will
work into-a story; never hear a
conversation without separating the
the wheat from the chaff, to use as
material; never see anything lovely
IN nature without longing to put it
in words for other eyes to enjoy,
hIough the medium of printed
page"
"Dear me, YOU do make grind of
it! but 1 don't believe that tirst-class
geniuses do, you know. They Just
sit dewn and write what comes to
'em; they don't grub like that"
"There's curious resemblance on
certain points between geniuses and
newspaper men, said the other, mus
ingly. '-For instance, Tm perfectly
certain that if literary genius were
present at this conversation he would
mentally take down your remarks as
valuable illustration of the obtu-
seness of the human animal. And
then he would print it-just as I
shall?"-Youth's Companion.
A sister of the man who killed
member of Uncle TOMS Cabin COM
pany some time ago, and who is in
the county jail here charged with